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A nightingale sang before the caliph’s house
She was hired to sing his praise
The household loved her very much
And she brought them many happy days
One day she lost her voice
To everyone’s dismay
She would not sing another note
But why?
She could not say
From all four winds, the doctors came
But none could find a cure
Until they brought a derwish
Who’s heart was wild but pure
He sat with her in silence
They listened to the wind
in her eyes, he saw himself
And that gave him a hint
Sweetheart, stop singing the caliph’s praise
Those lies tear you apart
Sing only about your love of God
And about the beauty in your heart!
She was a little shy a first
But soon made God himself weep
The friend can be like that sometimes
If someone loves him
That deep
Stunning
Thank you!
Nice
Who’s the author
This is beautiful. But who wrote this
Thank you ??. I wrote it. I sometimes post poems as @loving_sufi. This was one of my best!
That’s really good. You’re very talented